Tonight at dinner, Zane and Brandon were (gasp) daydreaming about living in a bigger house.
Zane says, "If we had a huge house, upstairs we could get a pool table, and a big tv for the wii, and a romantic table for four!"
Brandon laughed and said, "Actually Z, romantic tables are usually reserved for just two people."
"Oh!" said Zane. "Okay then, we'll get two romantic tables for two--one upstairs for me and you, and another one somewhere for mom and Annie."
Who knew the love/need for a man cave was so intuitive, so early?
As I write, Annie just said, "Don't worry mom, I'll be done in a JIPPY!"
Which reminds me. We just barely broke the news to Zane that words like "wrong" and "song" end with a "g" sound and not an "n" one. "Really?" he said, dejected. "REALLY? I've never known that, in my whole life! REALLY?!"
It's hard to grow up.